BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

Freelancing

Been a busy and snowy World Book Day Week. I've visited 5 schools and had some very early starts. When I was stationary on a motorway for nearly 2 hours last Monday morning the following poem was running through my mind.


Traffic Jam

We started early
And travelled far
But now we're sick
Of being in the car


Traffic jam
Traffic jam
We're all stuck in a traffic jam


When we set off
Six hours ago
We never imagined
We'd feel this low


Traffic jam
Traffic jam
We're all stuck in a traffic jam


Mum is grumbling
Dad is growling
My brother's moaning
I feel like howling


Traffic jam
Traffic jam
We're all stuck in a traffic jam


This is unbearable
When will it end?
We may not be moving
But we're going round the bend


Traffic jam
Traffic jam
We're still stuck in a traffic jam!

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